Hoo boy, I should have googled “mouthcam” first. The porno industry thought of it first, only they point the lens in the opposite direction. And just as you’d expect, skanky ho’s don’t practice good dental hygene. Yeacchh!
So, do I rename the MouthCam or do I take the term back from the smut peddlers? I’m already #2 in Google…trust me, you don’t want to see #1.
Never try to swallow a mouthfull of pills with a cup of freshly brewed coffee.
My tongue tastes medium rare. And I can never remember, the pieces of flesh hanging down–are they stalagmites or stalactites?
Did I ever mention how I don’t release most of the audio and video I create? It’s because I’m too chicken picky.
Well, I’ve created what I like to call The Chumbucket. All the podcasts and videos that just aren’t good enough for me, I’m puttin’ them online. Love ’em or hate ’em, I could care less, just don’t complain. It’s all going in The Chumbucket, and I’m not going to keep track of how many people download what.
Wanna feast from The Chumbucket?
I will do my best to keep The Chumbucket filled to the brim by going through the old stuff whenever I can. Let me know when you’ve done any of the above and I’ll set your place at the trough.
Well, that was fun. I just contributed $25 to Barack Obama’s campaign as a first time donor and my contribution was instantly matched by someone named Matt in Illinois. Then, I was given the opportunity to pay if forward. The next time someone contributes $10, another of my own $10 will be added to it. That’ $70 he won’t have to take from some special interest group. Or, thinking more pessimistically, we just paid for the dinner napkins at his next fundraiser.
Every so often I have to remind myself that I know this:
Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned.
Siddhartha Gautama (a.k.a Buddha)
Wisdom from 2,500 years ago still needs to be learned today.
Our stuffed animals have testicles.
Kabukicho HDR photoset
HDR (High Dynamic Range) photography is a process of taking a set of underexposed, properly exposed, and overexposed images and blending them together into one incredibly detailed photo.
I took these last night, and frankly, I’m not as wowed as I expected to be. One thing for sure though is they show Kabukicho exactly as I picture it in my mind. My self-assignment was to take ordinary scenes and compose them in a way that makes people want to stop and look at them like artwork in a gallery, but at the same time make them feel as though they’re experiencing the location itself, not just a photo of it. I haven’t found what I was looking for yet, but I’m still going through the shots, and I intend to go back there and try again and again until I’m satisfied. I also want to do the same thing in Ginza.
Come to think of it, I should really go to Yoshiwara. Only thing is, I wonder if I’d be as left alone as I was in Kabukicho. Yoshiwara seems like a more close-knit place, and they might not appreciate an outsider who doesn’t follow the rules. The clientele there expects privacy and anonymity, not some foreigner with a camera and tripod tromping around like he owns the place.
If you like the photos in the set, keep checking back. I’ll be posting more. My new header image is also HDR. I like it!
To learn more about HDR photography, this tutorial is a good place to start.
Now here’s a guy who has found his true calling in life. What I find most shocking about him is his intelligence. He’s often criticised but never fails to take it gracefully and articulate his views far better than most people in the public eye. I wish he had a podcast.
I’m happy that the roughly 20 visitors who I know by name are really, really nice people. It’s the other one or two thousand frequent visitors I’m curious about. It’s funny, I really have no idea how I manage to attract that many people. But it makes me feel good. Turns out I’m not as alone as I sometimes (often?) feel. Everyone should have that many friends.
Here, I have a great idea: how bout ya’ll gimme five bucks? I’ll dump it in the living room and roll around naked in it.
…and this idea popped into my head:
We tend to take our own thoughts and feelings too seriously, and those of others not seriously enough.
I sent it to a friend and she said, “I don’t think so.” Isn’t that funny? Here I am thinking that I’ve come up with an idea that’ll change my life, and she thinks it’s not even true. It proves the idea right.
I know it’s certainly true for me. I can look at almost every personal relationship in my life and say for sure that I could do better in each of them. I feel like I want to set a timer for every two hours and remember that thought every time it rings until the idea and I have become one.